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kitchen_maid) wrote2012-08-11 09:18 pm
kitchen_maid) wrote2012-08-11 09:18 pm
Continental Breakfast Included
The King and Queen have a great many parlors at their disposal, ranging from the very grand to somewhat very grand.
And then there is this one, which is generally reserved for the use of the family and their closest personal friends. It is a comfortable, sunlit sort of room, where one may find the children's toys and the Amy's embroidery and Perry's carving projects.
It is also where Amy has instructed her staff to lay out a breakfast for her friends this morning. They were all shown back to their rooms for what was left of the night before after their adventures, to at least attempt to get some rest.
Amy herself is a bit busy at the moment catching up on Official Matters: giving reports to the Deputy Captain of the Palace Guard and the Court Historian, seeing to the palace's new ghost (she's settled him in the Northwest tower, which is, she assures him, a perfectly lovely place to haunt), and reassuring her husband that yes, darling, she really is perfectly all right. She'll be along when she can.
In the meantime, everyone is free to make their way into the parlor in their own time. When they arrive, they will likely find company, and definitely find a table laid with everything the kitchens could find to send up: bread and jam and marmalade, cakes and pastries, eggs and bacon and sausages, a giant bowl of fruit, tea and juice and milk.
And then there is this one, which is generally reserved for the use of the family and their closest personal friends. It is a comfortable, sunlit sort of room, where one may find the children's toys and the Amy's embroidery and Perry's carving projects.
It is also where Amy has instructed her staff to lay out a breakfast for her friends this morning. They were all shown back to their rooms for what was left of the night before after their adventures, to at least attempt to get some rest.
Amy herself is a bit busy at the moment catching up on Official Matters: giving reports to the Deputy Captain of the Palace Guard and the Court Historian, seeing to the palace's new ghost (she's settled him in the Northwest tower, which is, she assures him, a perfectly lovely place to haunt), and reassuring her husband that yes, darling, she really is perfectly all right. She'll be along when she can.
In the meantime, everyone is free to make their way into the parlor in their own time. When they arrive, they will likely find company, and definitely find a table laid with everything the kitchens could find to send up: bread and jam and marmalade, cakes and pastries, eggs and bacon and sausages, a giant bowl of fruit, tea and juice and milk.
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There's a moment, before Meg grins.
"It really was, wasn't it? I mean, unbelievable and a little terrifying, but awesome."
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Parker pauses before popping a bite of pastry into her mouth.
"We should sweet talk Scorp into taking us for a spin when we're not running for our lives."
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"And I'm not sure how I'd feel about it as something to do for fun."
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Unsurprisingly, perhaps, Parker had highly enjoyed flying on a house-cleaning instrument.
"No gas to buy. No traffic. I could just whoosh on over to the ranch."
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There would be a lot of trying to swerve around buildings, for Meg.
"Besides, that would definitely be asking a bit much of Alain."
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At least in Montreal there would be fewer cows and horses to spook.
Not to mention fewer people who own shotguns. Or so Parker assumes.
"Tandem broom."
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Parker grins.
"Like E.T."
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Has Parker mentioned that she's sleep deprived?
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"Come on. Let's find you some caffeine."